A walk into winterPosted: December 1, 2011
Jack Frost paid us a visit last night and gave us a taste of things to come.
I went out early and set the white balance on the camera to tungsten. The series of photos I came back with are a tad on the cold side. You might want to bundle up and grab a hot drink to keep you warm.
When I went to bed last night, I was sure we would have frost this morning. Not because of predictions by the local weather prognosticators. And not because I have magical powers (although I might… you never know). I knew about the frost the same way I knew where to go this morning to find the heaviest, prettiest frost.
Over the winter last year, while getting outside every day during the first half of my outdoor challenge, I learned (without realizing it until today) what weather conditions will bring Jack Frost to the Bogs, and where the moisture off the pond will help create the best frost and ice formations. How cool is that?
I have to admit, it might have been pretty much a no-brainer as well. Combining an overnight temperature in the 20s with the rain-saturated land was bound to kick up some frosty conditions.
I noticed, too, that I don’t have to think twice about what to wear outside on frosty mornings. I learned the hard way last year that my fingers will suffer the most so I now have a pair of thin, fleece gloves that I wear under my mitten-gloves. In case you’re unfamiliar with them, a photo of mitten-gloves (as I call them), also known as convertible or fliptop gloves, can be found here. I’m going to put them on my Christmas list this year. I could use a new pair. They’ll come in handy (ha) for those winter hikes and visits to ice caves.
The sun has been shining today, and the frost didn’t stick around for too long. With overnight lows in the 20s again tonight, I expect we’ll see more frost tomorrow.
For those caring and inquiring minds that want to know, I’m feeling much better today. I’m still congested and have a cough, but I had the best night’s sleep ever last night and woke up feeling revitalized. The body and joint aches and pains were banished with sleep. Thank you all for the well-wishes and hugs. I’m sure that contributed to my healing.
There were ice crystals starting to form around the edge of the pond. I often wonder how the ducks can stand it when it gets cold. They must be well insulated to be able to swim around in the chilly water.
Speaking of chilly, I am actually getting cold looking at these photos. I’ll have to remember to take them out again next August when we’re sweltering in the heat. Hopefully they will have the same chilling effect.
Winter is my time of year. When I go out to explore frost, ice, and snow, I feel as though I’m in my element. Maybe it’s because I was born in December. I have never liked the heat and humidity of summer. Spring and fall are beautiful, but winter is, to me, a magical season. I don’t often do any sort of memoir writing. On the occasions I have, it involved winter. (If interested, Dancing With the Snow Queen is one of the few memoir pieces I’ve written. For those that don’t know, Bountiful Healing is my other blog. I haven’t done much with it lately.)
That’s it from the Bogs for today. Thank you for dropping by to visit with me and old Jack Frost. I hope he wasn’t nipping at your nose as he’s wont to do. As always, help yourself to some hot tea, hot cider, or hot cocoa. For those who want something a little more spirited, we recently bottled some hard cider. Very tasty stuff.